Dear Brianna lyrics

[Intro]
Gvrlnd, I'm rockin' with this one

[Chorus]
Dear Brianna, I'm tryna make you a momma
Tell me "Can I do the honors?"
We can have one kid, two kids, truth is
You just gotta say the number
I want you riding this di*k forever and ever
Let's try to see a hundred summers
You know we ain't getting no younger
I'm minister Donnie McClurkin, one hundred, and honey, I guess I'm feeling on your rumper
Booty bigger than a Tonka, booty bigger than a Hummer
I'm about to beat your pus*y like a drummer
How you a squirter, creamer, and a c*mmer
Damn (Uhh), Tss (Like)
If I was a loser, then I'd be a bummer

[Verse]
You pretty and trim
Plus you swim like a bicycle, huh
You got that body like a pair of timbs
I'm tryna stuff your body with a limb
I'm tryna work it out like a circle route
I can work you out like a gym
I want to eat your twat, cause your pus*y fire, and it's water, I just wanna swim
n*ggas be geeking, I ain't one of them
n*ggas be reaching, tryna pull a stunt
I'm about to roll a n*gga in a blunt
I mix the Rickies with Yves Saint Laurent
Like, if you gonna trust me, we can get it on
Don't even test me, you know what I'm on
I'm tryna eat your pus*y through your thong
I'm tryna dip inside it like a pond
If I slip inside, you can hitch a ride, you can ride my di*k until it's dawn
You can ride my di*k until the morning
Tss, whenever she call, I perform (For sure)
f*ck her so good, make her feel important
Tss, pus*y so we-e-e-et
pus*y so wet I can't even ignore it
When I have se-e-e-e-e-e-ex
When I have sex in the back of the Porsche
I told her, "Saddle up," ride a horse
I'm finna f*ck her up, no remorse
You wanna move slizzy, then come to the source
I wanna give you a piece of me
Hate the thought of you leaving me
You don't know how much you mean to me
[Chorus]
Dear Brianna, I'm tryna make you a momma
Tell me "Can I do the honors?"
We can have one kid, two kids, truth is
You just gotta say the number
I want you riding this di*k forever and ever
Let's try to see a hundred summers
You know we ain't getting no younger
I'm minister Donnie McClurkin, one hundred, and honey, I guess I'm feeling on your rumper
Booty bigger than a Tonka, booty bigger than a Hummer
I'm about to beat your pus*y like a drummer
How you a squirter, creamer, and a c*mmer
Damn (Uhh), Tss (Like)
If I was a loser, then I'd be a bummer